Warm fuzzies... and it's not just the luxurious caress of a cashmere robe on summer skin, nor the piping hot bath with creamy, lavender bubbles.
Yesterday was a big deal to me. Milestones. Chapters opening. I was able to share it with a best friend who knew me before I even built the home in which we now laugh. And then I heard my Dad's voice... my rock. My mom's voice... my soft place to land. The voice of a heart friend who shares my penchant for peeking at the last page before the journey is barely underway. The ding of a news-filled email arriving from a trusted long-time confidante. The last chocolate cupcake on my grandma's serving dish, topped with a heaping swirl of butter cream. A birth announcement from the delivery room as a childhood friend becomes a daddy, anew... first moments of a brand-new life. The momentous, the everyday, the solitary and the shared.
I step into the night... velvety, southern July. I wonder at the moon... everyone I love is under this same moon. I smile.
I tip-toe up the stairs and kiss two tender cheeks... boy dreams in progress. I linger for a moment to study sleeping little faces.
Sometimes you just have to be still for a minute... and appreciate the warm fuzzies.
From my heart,